Grasshoppers #3 and #4 have a bet with me on who will win the NCAA Basketball Tournament. I have not done too well so far. Grasshopper #4 has misquoted me as proclaiming, “the damn little a–holes are beating me”. Well, “the rumors of my demise are greatly exaggerated”; that quote comes from Shakespeare and that is my response.
Your Mom and I got a bad case of the flu. Of course, she got it first and gave it to me. We both refuse the annual flu shots because there is less than a 50% chance that the strain they have planned for, is really the strain that you potentially get. In this case, who knows?
Our local parish has been on a fund raising mission (several million dollars) to “improve the facilities where treasured offerings and prayers are made”. In other words, update the church. Okay! We are now 70% into the fundraiser. A summary detail of how the money is to be spent is finally revealed – $300,000 goes to an endowment to help children with school tuition. Why didn’t the church leaders say that? There is a one time $100,000 amount that goes to the World Mission Support. Why didn’t the church leaders say that? What other money is being channeled to causes that are not related to remodeling the church? “Me thinks that there is deception afoot”; that wasn’t Shakespeare, that was me. I am not happy when people lie to me. We have a government that does that. Now I have to worry about the church.
Today is March 26. I walked out to the mailbox to get the morning paper and there was a light hint of snow. Really!
Stay warm.
Love,
Dad